Because Of You {Justin Bieber Fanfic} *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

^Picture of Maya^

*May 21, 2011*

~Maya's POV~

"Like baby, baby, baby oooh

Baby, baby, baby nooo

I thought you'd always be mine."

With crossed arms, I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice. God, he is so irritating. How is this legally music? All he's doing is whining the same words over and over in a high pitched voice that most girls can't even reach.

"Is it almost over?" I shifted my view to my dad who was standing right beside me seeming to enjoy Justin's performance.

"C'mon Maya, enough with this attitude. It's my job to watch him perform and your job to wait until the concerts over patiently," he raised an eyebrow my way, then turned to focus his attention back on his money maker.

"I just don't see why I couldn't have stayed at home," I sighed, cutting my eyes to get a slight glance of Justin from our position on the side wing of backstage.

"Because I said so. And you know, a little support wouldn't kill you either. Show some respect and wait. I don't care if you watch him or not, but I don't want to hear a single thing from you until I say we're ready to leave, understand me?"

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes before pushing my way past him.

"And Maya," he called out to me, causing me to turn around to meet eyes with him once again. He raised his eyebrows at me, and I knew it had something to do with the fact that my eyes were narrowed his way. "Stay in the arena."

I let out a heavy sigh at his command which ruined my plans of using his car to drive myself away from here.

"Awesome," I puffed out a sarcastic breath of air, rolling my eyes along with it. "Anything else you wanna deprive me of?" I challenged, feeling bored enough with my own life that testing his brought a certain amount of entertainment to my life.

He took a step toward me, raising his finger in the air as he always does when he tries to make a point. I could tell he was angry. I've pissed him off enough times in the past to know that when his eyes are three times darker and his jaw can't seem to unclench, he's not in the best mood. I raised my eyebrows toward him, pushing every button of his I knew of.

"You think I'm depriving you? Look at everything you have. You have everything you could ever want and ask for. You live in a mansion in one of the wealthiest towns in California. You go to a private school that costs more than some peoples salaries in a year. You have a wardrobe bigger than the living room. Don't think I'll feel bad for you for one second. The sooner you get rid of this shitty attitude you've been giving me, the sooner you'll realize you could make so much more of your life than trying to convince everyone its the worst one you could have asked for," he spoke harshly, and didn't allow me to get a word in before he sauntered back off to his designated spot on the side of the stage, watching his moneymaker perform.

"It's not all about having things," I spat out and continued my path down the hallway. I turned around when I reached the ending point, where I would have to turn either left or right. I stared directly at my father, though I knew he couldn't see me and whispered, "sometimes its about having a dad who would bother to ask me if I'm okay every once in a while."

I watched as he lit up and clapped intensely when Justin finished his set. He was almost as ecstatic as the fans, and the look on his face screamed 'I'm proud of you.' I tried to remember a time he looked that way toward me, a time when I made him proud. I shook my head with a light sigh when nothing came to mind and headed outside the arena, sitting myself down on a curb.